Stock

We're making stock, taking stock, certainly not faking stock with cubes.

Cheap.

I don't think the rest of the flat is appreciating the smell of boiling chicken carcass, but if it makes the idiot happy then it must be done. And she is happy. She feels like a wifey.

Sorry this can't be long, she wants the computer to write some review or something. Tonight we're watching Requiem for a Dream for the first time. Apparently it makes you want to smoke. It leaves you with no alternative. This should be interesting, what with the resolve to quit last night, after a final baccy scab from Josh.

Night lovelies,

Consette x